Descent

Every age demands its own mythos. Thilleman creates a thoroughly contemporary mythology of consciousness which names the unnameables so that they might carry us from "Descent" all the way through chaos upon chaos, morass and vision to "what is to be known now." Like William Blake, Thilleman creates a language not grammatical or ordinary, not a language merely of thinking, but a primal language rooted in the poetic of his own body, and thus this universal body we all share with this earth.

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Become one with the sway"--TT urges us: "zone's zoom." Figures herein are some sort of psycho-somatic procedure or experiment. Logic in which "flow's polemic" is capable of discernment. The bridge made of bioluminescent threads or of fallen hairs collected from the first ape as she holds her offspring. I feel comfortable reading this book as a sacred text (Zohar), as personal manifesto or anti-memoir--as what I wish was the interior life of Us weekly magazine in the grocery store line--to peruse or ponder while the person in line ahead of me is looking at their cell phone and not at the grocery clerk. j/j hastain song's the new being written on her zone? T Thilleman goes where he has to go and knows what to do when he gets there. And, when do is possible, he can. There is no poem anything like this poem anywhere near this poem--this must be the poem. Larry Kearney T Thilleman's thought-provoking poetic experiments challenge the mind & eye and illuminate the deepest crevices of our origins and longings, the ancient yet present and unchanging bedrock of human experience. His work deserves to be encountered, and reckoned with. Eric Hoffman Once again, Thilleman takes into his own writing body the chaos of the great question at its fundamental arc: who are we?--a quest that can only be pursued initially in language. He finds that language born in the mysteries of the primal urgency of our need--not so much to speak--as to think. Then, he establishes, Blake-like--a language not grammatical or ordinary, not a language merely of thinking, but a primal language rooted in the poetic of his own body, and thus this universal body we all share with this earth. Every age demands its own mythos. Thilleman creates a thoroughly contemporary mythology of consciousness which names the unnameables so that they might carry us from "Descent" all the way through chaos upon chaos, morass and vision to "what is to be known now." Martin Nakell